Maria Ressa Novels & Stories

“I hate to be the bearer, of bad news and all, but it’s time that I killed you!” To be honest she did not look like she hated to be the bearer of this particular bad news. She only staggered slightly and made a few small steps forward when the chair that Belinda was now clutching, was smashed over her back. It broke into pieces, once again looking more like something from a movie. Belinda was sure that there would have been a sickening crunch under other circumstances and, judging from where she hit the woman, there might have been a fifty/fifty chance she would have ever walked again.

She was beautiful, petite and i noticed the little bump on her tummy, but i could tell she was stressed and like she had a lot on her mind. "oooh!!! this must be Maria, she's sooo beautiful" i thought She looked confused and i guess she's wondering who I am "I'm Kesha Adams " I said stretching my hands for a handshake "I'm Maria, nice to meet you Ms Adams " she replied "I've heard so much about you and it seems like I know you already. Kesha please, just call me Kesha, You're actually prettier in person" I said watching her reaction "Thanks you're pretty too, have you seen me before" Maria replied

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

She begged in a beseeching way making her mother sigh and took her granddaughter in her arms. Dr. Mariya Ishaq is a woman from Maiduguri who has been passionate about helping people and saving lives. When she got married to Bushra Amani's father an equally passionate and hardworking man, she got to fulfill her dreams. She wasn't allowed to go to university as hands are pointing at any woman who goes to university unmarried so she prayed to Allah to give her an equally determined husband who will let her continue going as some of her friends didn't get to because of their husbands.

“I knew you would say this.” Chiara smiled. “We even booked your tickets.” “You did?” “And don’t worry about the meetings. We’ll handle it,” Enrique said. “She needs you.” Damn right. Sheila poked her head inside. “Sir, your cab is ready.” “I owe you, brother.” I slapped his shoulder before rushing outside. I’m coming, Arianna. *** “Would you like a drink?” the flight attendant asked. “No, thank you.” I focused on the news on my phone. The flight offered wi-fi. Now that I had all the news one fingertip away, I couldn’t stop scrolling through, assessing the damage. Isabela would pay for this.

One of the victims had been identified as Defence Attorney, Mariana Willem, who was currently working on a high profile case. No report of their health condition has been reported yet. “No….No…No…Mariana isn't dead….right?” I shook my head and my mum stood up to embrace me. “No, she's not. She's not…she's not.” She chanted to me and I covered my mouth praying my best friend was okay.

The operations room holds all of us together my mother with her tea, Nadia with her released burden, Marcus with whatever silent structure he is building around this compound, Reth managing the impossible logistics of all our lives, the crew outside, the walls themselves. Everything in its place. Everything holding. Then my phone buzzes again. Unknown number. European routing. Clean registration. No trace in any system Reth can access. A single message appears on the screen. My name is Irina Marre. I am eighty-one years old and I am not dead. I have been watching this proceeding from a distance. I think it is time we spoke. All of you. I stare at the message. Beside me, Faye goes completely

But peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford. A new headline dropped on her phone at 2 AM. Marissa Hart to Launch Secret Revival of Vale with “Anonymous Muse.” Zara sat up so fast, she nearly dislocated her shoulder. Because the woman in the photo next to Marissa? Was her mother. A ghost Zara thought she’d buried long ago.

I wonder what happened to his confidence about protecting his child just now, I could understand his worry of losing her, but whether or not he knew so far as I was concerned this was insanity. Resse went towards Martha, taking the poor thing from her and taking it in her arms, trying to stop the child from crying. She then walked over to Mira’s side and put the crying child next to her, Richard’s eyes were already disapproving her actions but she didn’t care, and as the only elder older than Susan, she had certain rights no one had and considering her title there was almost nothing and no one who could go against her. "Calm down Your Majesty, I've already said it before, she's just in a dee

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."